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I met a traveller from an antique land,
who said -- A vast and trunkless branch of code
Lies in the repo... Near it on the sand
Half sunk a shattered diff doth lie, whose build,
and failing lint, and many em'rald ticks,
Tell that its coder well those passions read
of workflows smooth, of functionality,
stability, and builds not always red
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Personal Project, Open Source
Look on my Code, ye mighty and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round empty files
of that colossal branch boundless and bare
the rm -rf stretches on for miles.